Club Scars

Club Scars

Mara McBain

Wynwidyn Press, LLC (2013)

Tags: Literature & Fiction, Drama, Romance, Romantic Suspense, Arts & Photography, Theater, Drama & Plays, Mystery & Suspense, Suspense

Book 3 in The Trinity Falls Series!

For years, Kat and Crux have found solace in each other. Neither had a happy childhood, and the scars from those experiences continue to haunt them. When their son, Cam, is born, their family is finally complete and they are determined to give their little boy the best life possible. This should be the happiest time of their lives and a fresh start for their Lords family. There is just one problem: In Trinity Falls, the past never stays buried long…

The bogeyman is real. It's been fifteen years since Kat fled her golden cage but John Merrick has decided it’s time she come back to heel. He’s determined to erase the shame Katrina has caused his prestigious family. Maybe even more than that, he wants an heir and sees that chance in Cam. Merrick is a man with wealth, power, and connections in high places, as well as ones filled with unspeakable nightmares and terror. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants.

Not all scars can be seen. The monster’s return casts Kat back into the nightmares of her past and threatens a sometimes fragile hold on sanity. Can her man and the unwavering love of her club sisters help her hold it together?

Another day, another skeleton. Welcome to life in Trinity Falls…

CLUB SCARS

MARA MCBAIN

Club Scars
– Book 3 in The Trinity Falls Series

Copyright © 2013 Mara McBain

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~ Dedication ~

This book is dedicated to my inner circle, my girlfriends that I can always count on to be there whether I need to vent, laugh or cry. To Adri, Cass, Karna, Sammy, & Shari thank you for putting up with my quirks & craziness, for your love & support, and for all the laughter. Like Kat & Gin, it’s good to know that I’ll never have to bury the bodies alone. ♥

Love ~ Mara

Books by Mara McBain

The Trinity Falls Series

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Club Ties

Club Scars

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One

Moonlight slipped between the slatted blinds, playing off the thick weals of scar tissue crisscrossing his rugged face. She twisted under him and his steel grip tightened on her wrists. His eyes glittered in the dim light and gooseflesh prickled over her body. Arching her back, she bucked up against him in vain. She held her breath as his gaze dropped. Looking down to follow his eyes, the soft cotton of her nightshirt molded to her distended abdomen, her belly button sticking up like a turkey timer. He trailed his free hand over the hard swell. A smile turned the corners of his lips as she whimpered.

Fingers curling in the hem, he slid the nightgown up under her chin, baring her body to his hard gaze. The callous of his work-roughened hand rasped over soft skin leaving more goose bumps in its wake. He cupped a breast, squeezing the swollen mound until she writhed under him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to silence another whimper. Shifting his straddle lower over her thighs, he bent his dark head to suckle a nipple as ardently as the child she carried soon would. His tongue flickered over the nub and the scrape of his teeth on the over sensitized flesh ripped a cry from her throat.

His chuckle was low and sinister in the dark, the sound vibrated through her body and shot straight to the core. Stubble scraped tender flesh making her nipples tighten to aching peaks. She squirmed at the searing press of his erection against her thigh.

“Pleas—” Her voice cracked on the plea but he didn’t make her beg again.  

Crux released her wrists. Moving between her legs he knelt and pulled her toward him, draping her legs up over his hard thighs and opening her to him. He impaled her slowly, eyes locked with hers. She caught her breath at the amazing fullness.  His hips rocked forward and she let out a breathy moan. Thumbs hooked over her hipbones, his fingers bit into the swell of her ass, moving her on him. Plowing her fingers through the crisp hair on his muscled forearms, Kat urged him on.

Kneeling up on the bed, he wrenched her body to a sharper angle, burying his cock deep. Her heavy breasts swayed with each plunge and she covered them with her hands to still their movement. Breath coming in labored pants, she closed her eyes and focused on the sensations rolling through her body. At this angle she was stuffed full and could feel every ridge. It felt fan-fucking-tastic. The baby kicked and her eyes flew open. A wolfish grin flashed across her husband’s face as the little one made his displeasure known, a tiny foot stretching the taut skin of her belly. Crux dropped his head to kiss the spot with a boyish wink.

Tears filled her eyes, leaking from the corners as Crux continued to glide in and out of her. She loved her crazy old man beyond all reason. Her eyes clamped shut as he drove her body to the very brink time and again. A pleading litany fell from her lips. She was so damn close. The harsh pant of his breath and the slap of flesh filled her ears, drowning out the nonsensical words. Her lungs protested as they struggled to pull in enough oxygen. Prying a hand from her aching breast she reached awkwardly between her legs. One flick of her nail across her clit sent her screaming into orgasm.

A snarl cut the air and Crux’s lunges came harder as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her slick body. He tensed over her, every muscle in his wiry frame straining in a primal release. A guttural roar tore from his throat. She gave a breathless laugh as he slid free, tossing her aside to drop to the mattress beside her. Her body hummed as she lay in a boneless sprawl listening to the harsh rasp of his breathing.

“You cheated. Greedy bitch,” he growled.

A yawn ruined Kat’s smug smile. “Your stamina was too much for the little one and I tonight.”

“Go ahead and stroke my ego.”

“Uh huh. You want me to stroke your ego after all that? Who’s the greedy one?” she panted, trying to slow her heart rate and draw air into her aching lungs.

Crux chuckled and rolled up on his elbow to look down at her. She flinched as his hand slipped between her thighs, fingers teasing.

“I should get you all worked up again, steal your batteries, and roll over and go to sleep,” he whispered.

Kat shivered at the hoarse rasp of his voice and the dance of his fingers. Leaning up she kissed him slowly, gliding her tongue over his lips until they parted. Her hand cupped his nape, deepening the kiss as their tongues dueled. She sighed as their lips parted and whispered, “Now why would you do something so cruel?”

“What is it I always tell you, baby? If you start it…”

“You’ll finish it,” she gasped.

He nodded but ceased his torturous teasing. Sliding his hand up over her belly, he dropped another kiss on it. “Was I too rough?” he asked seriously, his gaze rolling up to hers.

She shook her head, reaching up to play with a tuft of his tousled salt and pepper hair. “No. I was just having trouble catching my breath. I think the girls are too heavy,” she said, cupping her swollen breasts with a rueful grin. “I know you like them, but damn I hope these melons don’t stay.”

“Mmm. Maybe just a little,” Crux said with a hum of pleasure. Rolling over, he stretched and grabbed the lotion.

“I think you enjoy this part,” Kat said with a breathless giggle as he started to smooth the cool cream into her breasts.

“I try to be a good husband and help prevent stretch marks and you brand me a pervert. I just can’t win,” he said with a long suffering look.

“You’ve always been a pervert. Why would that change now?”

“Too true,” he admitted, helping her sit up and smooth her nightshirt back down.

Another yawn made her jaw creak as she fell back and lifted her butt to tug the gown into place. She stuffed a pillow between her knees as Crux yanked up the covers and nudged her onto her side. She sighed as he wrapped around her. The strength of his arms and the warm huff of his breath on the back of her neck lulled her to sleep.    

Pulling his beanie cap firmly down over his ears, Crux squinted out the bay doors. What had started as a few fat flakes of snow around lunchtime was now coming down in sheets. Several of his co-workers and club brothers had offered him a ride home. Cold was bad enough, but snow was dangerous. He sighed. As much as he loved the feeling of freedom the bike gave him, maybe it was time to be a little smarter. He had more than himself to think about. The thought was humbling as well as frightening. Grumbling under his breath, he flexed his hands to stretch his leather gloves and fired the Harley. Maybe the ride home would give his temper a chance to cool.

 He didn’t care how much schooling the new pissant had. The punk could shove his college degree up his well-educated ass, for all Crux cared. Where he came from, a certificate from the school of Hard Knocks was the only thing that mattered. No one could fill Reaper’s shoes. The guy was one hell of a welder, and a brother to boot.